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Antonio da Correggio

Die For me

Do Machines Dream,
I Only Know
my Sex Machine
Died For me.
I Know
Who Writes
About Such a Sick Thing;
a Sex Machine,
a Vat Grown Organic:
She.
I Did Not Invent
The Technology,
But I Did
Pervert It
to My Own Need.
Why you Ask;
Simple,
Loyalty.
They Would Die
or Suicide
Before They Gave Up
On me.
I Kept 5
I Wanted 10.
Only One;
Gemini
Was Better
Than the Rest,
One I Intended To
Put To the Test.
To Afford This Lavish Life Style,
to Afford my Pets;
I Did Things,
Things
Some People
Would Regret.
Mainly
I Killed;
Poison, Gun, or Knife;
That Was the Road
I Stood.
She Would End Up
Giving Her Life;
She Who Was Like a Twin,
Like a Second Skin;
Who Could Have Been a Wife.
Will She Be the Same
When She Down Loads
To Night.
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Howard Pyle

New; Knew

I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
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https://theprose.com/post/143098/new-knew

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Jean-Léon Gérôme

How Much

Fukushima Was the Beginning Of the End,
the Radiation Seeping Into Our Oceans;
Causing Mutations & InSanity;
From Fish to Man.
Driving Them to Feast On the UnInfected;
a World Damned.
I Still Dream Of the Food Riots,
When we Could No Longer Eat From the Sea.
the Crashing & Burning of Cities;
Parents Eating Kids.
Cops Going Door to Door
Rounding People Up For the Cattle Camps,
the Old & Sick Shot
& Cooked In the Street.
How I Survived Still Mystifies,
aLone & Not One Friend;
All Ways Running,
Running For the Hills.
So Many Things Have I Done
& the Things I Know I Will Do
Just To Survive Another Setting Sun.
How Many Lives Must I Take
to Pay For Mine.
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Gustave Dore

Fuck, Fuck; Fucked

To be
Fucked
Is What
It Means
to Cross me.
the Bitter
Sting
Of
the Raping
by Pen
& Prose.
As
I Ram
my Cock
Down
the Throat
Of you
Dirty Hoes
& the
InSanity
In me
Giggles
As you
Try
to Scream
No.
In & Out,
In & Out,
While
I Fuck
your Mouth;
Gurgle
& Moan.
the Rape
Of
your Brain
With Rhymes
That Won’t
Slow,
Till
a Quivering
Wreck
Is All
That’s Left.
a Twisted
Bit
of Crumpled
Paper;
Wasted.
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Jean-Léon Gérôme

Hate

Is the

Slate

That Tallies

my Wrongs

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Shards

of Agony

& How

we Bleed;

the Past,

Imprisoning

#B27321

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Waterhouse

Waterhouse

God

I Believe
In God
the God
That Is
me.
a God
That
Lets me
Worship
As I
See;
In Field
or Forest,
In Silence
or Song.
Whether
Star Dust
or Clay,
Freedom Remains.
to Search
& Learn,
Not Shackled
to UnMoving
Stone
#B27321 

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Where to
Begin
the Start
a Mark
Burned
Into
my Heart
Of the
Sights
I’ve Seen
& Endless
Screams
of Men
Yearning
to Be
Free
These are
the Things
That Haunt
my Memory
Naked
& Bleeding
Welcome
my Friend
To the
Kennels
of Men
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Alexander Litovchenko

Alexander Litovchenko

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Georg Pencz

Georg Pencz

a Life

UnLived

UnLoved

the Death
of Possibility

Disposable Society
Consumes you

Never
Was
my Name

the Greed
of Man

the Sands
of Time

#B27321

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